Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ghana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.